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Dear Friend's Birthday 2009.

It was a belated birthday dinner for XTT-KC aka my BBOF. :-)

Had a superb-super-mini-celebration on the actual day (Monday). Superb cuz we finally got to take a look at the present (which sat for almost four months in my wardrobe) and we ate delicious Swiss Bake chocolate truffle cake (which we didn't mind sharing the few extra pounds that came with it). But this dinner was also a great excuse for everyone to gather and enjoy the company - we certainly did.

The venue was Mykii at Holland Village.

This concept restaurant has some meaning tied to its name. It was the third Valentine's Day recommendation from HungryGoWhere that I tried. This one is good for birthdays as well. :-)

The restaurant has Greek-style deco. The white-washed walls and blue cushion reminded me of the white buildings of Santorini of the Greek Islands. And the food? Let's take a look at some of the food we ate...

The Birthday-Gurl had this,
Seafood Linguine with laksa pesto (tossed with prawns, clams, fish cake and tofu puffs) - $15.80

There was also the Tamarind Glazed Chicken with glass noodle, green papaya and Asian herbs - $9.80

Pork Roasted Chicken with almond and olive pilaf - $14.80

BBQ Baby Back Ribs with roasted pumpkins and cabbage mash - $19.80

I tried the Deep Fried Goby Fish with sticky plum and ginger sauce. The sauce was fantastic, tho' the portion was kinda miserable. I was still hungry after that.

Colour Petite Pastries which we did not try. Maybe next time?

Besides the eating, they also started comparing the scratches on two iTouch... hmmm... wouldn't it be nice if they have non-camera iPhone for sale?

After dinner, we continued our evening at Wala Wala.

The Birthday-Gurl had Mojito!

Alcohol makes people do funny stuffs. =)




And I think I may be getting too old for drinks... ha ha. OLD. What a word that confronts us annually.

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